Things I'll Never Say
IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT:
Please no more one liner reviews. It's partially what dumped me in front of the huge writers block and honestly, when you get about five 'good job! Please update!'' reviews, I'm not exactly all hyped up to update. Please, at least three sentences. And just so you know, YTW is a spoiler. It was meant to help me overcome the block. But what did I get? 'Pleaz update!' ARGH! Anyways, you are all still very appreciated, it's just that I need constructive critisiscm. I just think you can 'word it up'! Thankies! On with chapter three!
Chapter Three, Thus Happiness Gives Into The Shadows...
Euphoric.
Almost high like state. No pain. No happiness.
Numbing.
Nothing.
It's scary at first, but after a few moments of the floaty feeling, I accept it.
Words circle around me, flittering like bats never landing.
Speaking.
Me.
Kai.
…Mariah…
Eyes hammering open, Bryan rolled over and supported himself with his knee's and one arm. The other hand went to his stomach where the man burned like fire.
"I said nudge him, not kick him in the gut!"
Spencer. 2. Bryan. Nada.
"So, I didn't kill you?" Spencer asked. Bryan concentrated on breathing. The pressure of his hand on his stomach seemed to ease the pain and eventually… it ceased.
"Fuck." Bryan swore. He felt extremely sore, from head to toes but that was the least of his problems.
Kai was looking at him, and he was glaring like crazy. Bryan returned the glare several times worse, hellish like a demon-cat. A glare which threatened to kill the slate haired youth if he tried anything.
"For God sakes, you two!" Tala snarled, surprisingly angry, "Mr. D's going to be here to pick us up and we have Bryan here looking like… well, he got beat up!" he abruptly turned to Spencer, "Thanks a lot, buddy."
Spencer shrugged. His blonde hair fell in his face and he immediately pushed it back, "Mr. D's here!" A familiar limousine had pulled in front of their apartment.
"Oh damnit!" Tala said. A thought dawned on him, and he turned to Kai, "We have some explaining to do. Now."
Bryan, whom was roughly helped up by both Ian and Spencer, rubbed the back of his neck. He shook his head as he remembered a thought…
'…God, she smells good…'
"ooh, wow!" Mariah clasped her hands together, grinning like mad, bouncing up and down on her toes. The limo had parked outside of a large building, a lot of stories high, "This is the motel? As in the motel in which we will be staying in and training in until two more weeks!"
"Fantastic, isn't it?" Hilary stated proudly, "even the oh so 'royal'" She did finger quotes in the air at the word 'royal', "Majestics will be staying here. Heh." She chuckled, "After about half a million complaints about the state of the building."
"Who cares?" Mariah cried flippantly, grabbing Hilary's hand, "Lets go!"
Mariah left it up to her brother and friend to check her and Hilary in as the two stalked the place for their room. It didn't bug them that they got lost a few times. I had amazingly beautiful pictures and sculptures and pleasant smelling flowers in the beige painted walls.
Mariah sighed and grabbed an orchid flower from a vase. She inhaled it lightly before placing it behind her ear, "I think that's our room." She pointed to a mahogany door that had 778 on a bronze plate on the door.
"Yeppers!" Hilary hummed happily, opening the door with their room key.
The room was very big in size. It was painted a royal purple with white border which only contrasted the beautiful sky that was outside the balcony/window in front of them. They had a great view of the city and it made it more surreal.
On one side of the room were two queen sized beds with a nightstand in the middle of them. On the other side of the room was a cough and a TV, along with two doors. One which led to a master bathroom and the other to a walk in wardrobe.
Nearly fit for a princess.
"We'll have such a good view of the moon!" Mariah gushed, throwing herself onto the bed closest to the window.
Mariah dropped her luggage by the door, "Don't you have to get going? They're setting up the blading dishes in the training center. I'll unpack for you."
"Let me change first." Mariah insisted, digging through her backpack. She finally decided on an outfit that consisted of a white spaghetti strap tank top and baggy rose colored cargo pants. She pulled on her pink/white runners and stood up.
"Can I borrow you're wristbands?" she asked of Hilary, politely.
"Sure." Hilary replied, folding her clothes. Mariah smiled her thanks and pulled on the pink wristbands. She tied her waist length hair back in a braid and headed out the door.
She poked her head back in, "And if I get lost, don't try to find me, okay?" She laughed and began searching.
Hilary shook her head unbelievably, "That girl."
A door creaked open. The pink hair girl looked inside the room and gasped lightly. It was a ballroom. A beautiful ballroom. The kind that could have belong in another era with two connecting staircases, shining floor, polished oak table at the side of the room and large diamond and crystal decorated chandelier hanging above.
"Get lost?"
Mariah turned around to identify the voice. Golden eyes shined happily. Her own eyes, sadly, didn't mirror the exact same excitement. She now knew these new emotions Ray felt for her.
"Heya, Ray!" Mariah said, trying for his sake to keep cheerfulness in her voice, "How you been?"
"Good." he nodded. He jerked his head in the opposite direction, "The beyblading training room is actually outside on the training grounds. You should check it out, it's huge! At least thirty different stadium bowls! It's awesome!"
"I'll bet." the petite girl smiled and sauntered past Ray. She sort of floated outside past the revolving doors and out back. It was, as Ray said, amazing. A large piece of land fenced in with a bit of brush and tree's (particularly cherry blossom) in the acre.
Mariah grinned madly as she looked at a certain dish. She already had her target picked and she dashed towards a red dish with a few familiar faces by it.
Two feet from the dish. She leapt a bit off the ground, drew her launcher and blade.
"Let it rip!"
Both Tyson and Oliver, who were engaged in a battle, look up with surprise. This cost them valuable time as Galax collided head on with Dragoon and it teetered.
"Wha-?" Tyson cried out in surprise. He regained focus, "Dragoon! Phantom Storm!"
In merely seconds, the stadium was encased in a storm.
Perfect timing, "Galaaax!" Mariah cried. In a flash of light, the cat emerged from the bit. It radiated and jumped head up in the air. Like any reflex of a cat, it arched its back and it's claws showed visibly as it dropped into the middle of the storm.
Dragoon flew out to the side.
Before she could collect her bearings, Galax barely had time to see Unicolyon rear foreword and strike her in the side. The cat recoiled, but not before the unicorn bit beast delivered another devastating blow to the cat's rib cage.
"Galax!" Mariah cried out. The cat gave a heroic 'mreow' as it drifted into it's blade, too proud to admit to loss, yet to distressed from the loss to remain out.
In a steaming heap, the fuchsia/rose blade was at Mariah's feet. She could only look wide eyed before she picked it up. It glowed warm and a honey soft voice in her head that sounded an awful lot like 'sorry' drifted through her mind. the bit glowed before going back to it's natural state.
Oliver smiled and recollected Unicolyon, "Guess sneak attacks aren't all in your favor, Mariah?" His warm smile and the gentle and friendly expression in his eyes made Mariah more comfortable about her loss.
Which was seldom. She either hated the persons guts or the simple one: She didn't lose at all.
Mariah sighed, then smiled lightly, "I guess not today." She shrugged, "Karma."
Tyson mumbled something under his breath that sounded like 'sure whatever' and leaned over to pick up Dragoon. He stood up straight and put the blade in his pocket, glossy black/blue hair gleaming in the light.
A light wind picked and Mariah's long braid swayed in the wind, the bangs that ended below her eyes going in her face. She pushed them to the side then headed towards another dish. It was a battle between Michael and Lee, but she decided not to interfere.
According to Lee, a noble warrior was to fight his own battles without the assistance of anyone else. Especially, he added, pink-haired cat girls.
Mariah turned around and looked at a faraway dish. The Blitzkrieg Boys battled anti-socially from everyone else, engaged only in themselves.
A light gasp emitted from Mariah's petal soft lips as she got a good look at Bryan. His left eye was blackened noticeably, but he stood strong and battle fiercely. Pain didn't seem to phase him.
Piddlesworth, Enrique's high prioritized tutor who clung along for the ride (mainly to keep Enrique in line) called in a high voice, "Supper is served!"
Mariah didn't move for another few minutes. She turned around and headed towards the building. A light gust blew around her and a pink/purple orchid blew out from behind her ear. It flew high in the sky, in the protection of the sun. but the clouds overcame it, and almost as if to fit the sad weather, it floated lightly. Back and forth. Back and forth. It landed on the grassy ground.
A pale hand reached down to pick it up.
Airy: Done for the day. Please give me a good review and remember: the better the review the better, longer and sooner the update. Really, we all win.
Goodbye for now!
Diligodea
